Tara stepped closer.
“Tell me you didn’t use your car money.” Charitablegiving platform
Silence.
Then Tara started crying.
She had been accepted into an apprenticeship that started at six every morning.
The bus from the temporary room where she was staying didn’t run early enough.
If she missed shifts, she would lose the job before receiving her first paycheck.
Lily had spent a little more than $1,100 helping her.
Required work boots.
A used bicycle.
And a short-term room close enough to the repair shop that Tara could get to work.
Tara had needed the most money. Charitablegiving platform
The rest of Lily’s savings had been divided in smaller amounts among sixteen other people.
Bus passes.
Work clothes.
Phone service.
Meals.
Seventeen people altogether.
Tara wiped her face.
“I’ll pay you back.”
Lily shook her head.
“Don’t.”
“Lily…”
“Help somebody else get to Friday.”
I had to turn away.
